Page 108 of Keep Me Safe
Yet she didn’t. Instead, she suggested we go for a walk, to enjoy the weather and lack of civilization around us. Delicious and torturous anticipation built throughout the day, like she was waiting for something. For me to do something.
After dinner, she sat across from me at the kitchen table, and her icy gaze narrowed.
“What is it?” I said.
“I meant it when I told you to stop being nice to me.”
I put my glass down. The bastard inside me was desperate, but I wasn’t ready to release the gag. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Her face went blank. “A good idea? Since when did you care about that?”
The muscles in my jaw tightened. I knew what she was doing, that she wanted to push my buttons like I did to her. She rose from her seat so she could loom over me, her breathing rushed.
“Where’s that arrogant prick I like so much?”
Shit, if she wanted him, she could have him. I deliberately came to my feet so now I could loom over her. Well, kind of. I’d forgotten that she was tall, so her eyeline wasn’t that much lower than mine.
“I’m right here,” I said.
“I want you to make love to me.”
An involuntary laugh burst from my lips. “Sorry, I don’t do that.”
She put her hands on her hips, her sexy mouth twisting in frustration. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I’m not interested in sweet, tender lovemaking.” I loaded my voice with as much honesty and sex as possible. “I like fucking. The nastier, the dirtier, the better.”
Color bloomed across her face, and it turned me on so much I pushed her hands off her hips so I could put mine there.
“Why?” she asked, turning away from my impending kiss.
The simple question gave me pause. “What?”
“Why aren’t you interested in making love?”
Since I was terrible at it, that was why. It was the one skill I hadn’t mastered in the bedroom. “I’m not capable of that.”
The thought went through her visibly and I saw myself reflected in her eyes. Her voice was unsure but determined. “I can prove you wrong.”
“You won’t.”
But she wouldn’t accept that. She was already backing up to the bedroom, pulling me along. “We’ll try it your way, and then mine.”
43
SHAWN
We’d barely madeit down the hall toward the bedroom when Kara pressed her lips to mine. Her fingers slipped under my shirt, skating up over my stomach and chest, urging the fabric up. She made it clear she wanted my shirt gone, and I broke our kiss just long enough to yank it over my head and toss it aside.
She tasted so good, it was distracting. It was why I didn’t realize she’d undone the button of my jeans and dropped the zipper until she slid a warm hand inside, caressing my dick through my underwear. Just a single brush of her palm over me, and I jerked inside my undone pants. Her plan was rather transparent, and while I was completely on board with it, I needed to hurry. Otherwise, she’d have her mouth around me without losing any of her clothes.
And I couldn’t have that.
I gently eased her back through the bedroom doorway, shoved my jeans down, and stepped out of them as soon as they were wadded at my ankles. Her gaze started at my eyes and moved down, sliding over my bare chest, my stomach, and settled on the tented front of my boxers.
A grin tugged at my lips. She was staring at me with lust, the same way she’d done that morning in the Palace hotel, back when she’d been fighting her attraction to me. I hooked a finger under the waistband of my underwear and echoed the same question I’d given her back then. “Want to take a closer look?”
Her head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod.
